Chapter 282 Jiji, it’s no wonder you’re still single

Chapter 282: Jiji, it's no wonder you're still single to this day

But as far back as Fatty could remember, he had been living with his current parents. He had no idea how he got lost.

The two children kept discussing until Su Taotao arrived and Mo Jiazhe got off work, still without reaching a conclusion.

Mo Jiazhe had already submitted a written report detailing Fatty's situation and his wish to change parents as soon as possible.

It all hinges on the base leaders' stance.

When they got off work, Fu Yuanhang carried Chenchen on his back, Uncle Mu carried Fatty on his back, and Mo Jiazhe pushed his bicycle, escorting the four children home as the sun set.

Su Taotao was busy preparing dinner at home when she heard the children's laughter from afar.

She went to the door to welcome the children.

Fu Yuanhang and Uncle Mu held Chenchen's hands on either side, while Mo Jiazhe carried Fatty on his back.

Su Taotao bent down and took Chenchen's hand.

Chenchen leaped into Su Taotao's arms: "Mommy~~"

Su Taotao hugged Chenchen tightly, gently stroking his little head with a tender expression.

Fatty couldn't help but feel envious; his mother never treated him so gently.

"Fatty, are you feeling better?" Su Taotao asked.

Fatty tilted his head, his hands gripping Mo Jiazhe's shoulders, his eyes bright and lively: "Aunt Taotao, I'm doing just fine."

Fatty had always been envious of Dongdong, who was good friends with Chenchen, so Su Taotao treated him well.

Now that he was also good friends with Chenchen, he could call her "Aunt Taotao" just like Dongdong.

This cheerful little guy, with a cast on his leg and his bottom all bruised up, still claimed he was fine.

"I've made dinner. Let Fatty have dinner here, and then you can take him back to bathe, okay, Fatty?"

Fatty nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken: "Okay, okay..."

Chenchen's eyes crinkled into smiles: "My mommy's cooking is really delicious~~"

Fatty nodded while swallowing his saliva: "I know, you always say that at school, and Dongdong does too."

Finally, just like Dongdong, he got the chance to taste Aunt Taotao's delicious cooking.

Uncle Mu's eyes lit up as he looked at Su Taotao: "Aunt Taozi, did you make a bit more rice? I can just eat some rice with the sauce."

Su Taotao smiled: "There's always enough for our Uncle Mu. Come on in."

Uncle Mu grinned: "I knew my Aunt Taozi would come through."

After saying that, he skipped inside, hooking his arm around Fu Yuanhang's shoulder.

Mo Jiazhe didn't stand on ceremony with Su Taotao either, carrying Fatty inside.

No choice, he was too swamped to cook today. Director Zhong was in charge of the kitchen, and except for the great Mo Gong, no one else could appreciate her cooking. If he were a kid, he'd shamelessly stay for dinner too. Unfortunately, he was an adult.

"Wait a moment, Ah Hang, go fetch your brother's old cotton coat."

Fu Yuanhang quickly went upstairs and grabbed an old cotton-padded jacket.

Su Taotao placed the old cotton-padded jacket on the chair: "Pangpang, try sitting like this. Does it hurt?"

Pangpang slowly sat down and nodded: "It's okay, I don't feel any pain."

Su Taotao patted his head and asked Chenchen to play with him.

She and Mo Jiazhe stepped outside to talk. They had already talked on the phone, but Su Taotao wanted to go over it again in person:

"Li Dongliang and his wife are currently Pangpang's legal guardians. If they force Pangpang to go back, we can't stop them."

Mo Jiazhe said: "I know. We'll handle it when they come to take him. Thankfully, Pangpang is tough. Sister-in-law, did you know? Pangpang's buttocks are festering. Even I, a grown man, can't stand to see it."

Su Taotao said: "If word gets out, they won't dare hurt him again, even if they take him back. We just need to teach Pangpang to speak up about it.

But Li Qiuju has mental problems, and I'm afraid she might act irrationally.

I'll talk to the leaders again to keep Pangpang here for now and ask them to help find Pangpang's biological parents.

Pangpang will eat with us, but you'll need to handle his bathing and sleeping."

Mo Jiazhe shook his head: "It's nothing. By the way, Pangpang doesn't have any extra clothes. I need to go back and dig up some of Uncle Mu's old clothes for him."

Su Taotao said: "Ah Hang's old clothes are back in our hometown, so... Chenchen and Dongdong's clothes won't fit, so only Uncle Mu's old ones will work. But I'll go to town tomorrow and buy him a set of extra clothes."

Mo Jiazhe said: "I have some fabric tickets here. I'll give them to you later."

"Alright." Su Taotao indeed didn't have many fabric tickets and didn't hesitate to accept his offer.

Even though they weren't related to Pangpang, they were doing their best to help him because the child was so pitiful.

"By the way, there's something I haven't had the chance to tell you," Su Taotao said, "I had to tell Auntie Zhong you have someone in mind, but I didn't say who. I also prepared her. She probably gets it now and won't push."

Mo Jiazhe grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth: "I guessed as much. Her attitude has changed a lot recently. Thank you."

Su Taotao smiled: "No need to thank me. Head back now. Come get Pangpang around eight."

"Alright." Mo Jiazhe looked around and, seeing no one, added, "Sister-in-law, actually, I wrote her a letter, but I didn't dare to sign it. She probably guessed it was me, but she hasn't replied. It's likely hopeless."

Besides expressing his feelings, he specifically mentioned the incident at the beach that day. Only heaven, earth, he, and she knew about it. If she had any interest, he should have received a reply by now, given how much time had passed.

Her lack of response likely meant she wasn't interested.

However, Mo Jiazhe had no regrets and wouldn't force anything. He had tried, and regardless of the outcome, he could live with himself.

Su Taotao understood the unspoken implication—that he had written a letter to Zhou Weining.

"No signature? What were you thinking?" Su Taotao wasn't quite familiar with the way young people thought these days.

Mo Jiazhe scratched his head: "Actually, I wrote an acrostic poem, hiding my name in it. I just don't know if she can figure it out."

Su Taotao: "..."

Jiji, it's no wonder you're still single.

Dating you would mean figuring out riddles.